That night when I picked her up I looked at her in amazement. She was wearing a skin tight dress and heels, her long dark hair pulled back in a pony t...il, showing off her gorgeous face. My jaw dropped. She could see how beautiful I thought see was in my face and kissed me hello. "My gosh, you are gorgeous!" Is all I could say. I led her out her door by placing my hand on the small of her back and just touched the top of her ass, I cock got hard on the spot.At dinner, I loved listening to her. I slipped one finger inside of her and then another. She moaned loudly as I entered her. She turned her head to my cheek and whispered softly, lovingly, "I've waited over 30 years for this, my darling, and it was well worth the wait." She pecked my cheek as I continued to arouse her pussy.I was totally aroused as well and totally into the task at hand. My fingers probed deeper and deeper inside my mother Fatima's pussy. I slid down slowly, positioning my head between her legs. At long last I. I put one hand on her waist and slid against her back. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with a deeply plunging neckline. All that exposed skin permitted her spicy perfume to tickle my nose. The fact that she was braless, or maybe the dress had a self-bra, allowed tantalizing views from above and behind. I tried to follow the conversation, but my eyes kept wandering down. After one visual excursion, I looked up and Aaliyah was grinning at me. She winked and continued with the conversation.. Every evening, the public room (Sean preferred that name to the American equivalent ‘Bar’) was full. There were not only the regular customers; the villagers of Sherwin’s Falls who came for their nightly drink and usually more, there were also quite a few overnight residents of the campground and sometimes even the occasional connoisseur who braved the long drive from Montreal, or even further afield, and the inn’s dress code for a glass, or more, of Sean’s specialty beers and ales. The mood in.